Letters I'll Never Send
Giving an Audience to your Inner Monologue
Forgot what I’d been hoping for.
A kiss? Reckless abandon in the back seat of a cab? Something to ignite the blood in your veins with flames if you let it?
You stall; I wait.
In all these years, I have learned the one thing that kept me from you, you know.
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